Comin' to Getcha

[Intro: Erick Sermon]

The Bo$$, you suckers!

[Verse 1: Bo$$]

I'm comin' to getcha (Yea)

Tonight when you sleep creeping steady but quick

I'm here to tell 'em, that B ain't no petty bitch

You run up, you're getting stuck — what was going through your mind

When you thought, over Bo$$, you could ever fuck? (You could ever fuck)

So nut up, what's up is I'ma drop fat gun blast

In the gash in that ass if I find 'em I got 'em

Taking cover from the killin'

And body bags is the only motherfucking thing I'm fillin' (Yea)

The spunk villain kill forty ounce by the neck

And it's kept on a ninety degree tilt

For me and my, diggy D-O-G's, doing dirt with ease

Should've got with that, niggas can't fuck with this (Can't fuck with this)

Bitches straight pimpin'

Ain't no simps, and so the gang ain't simpin, it's a bitch thang

And step to this one how I figure

From six feet deep you push daisies and that ain't no maybe, nigga

So step in my set and get yo' ass fucked up when I hitcha

[How you comin'?] I'm comin' to getcha

[Chorus: Bo$$ & Erick Sermon]

Running and running and gunning and comin' to getcha

Running and running and gunning and comin' to getcha

Running and running and gunning and comin' to getcha

(Yo, she's come to get ya, uh)

Running and running and gunning and comin' to getcha

Running and running and gunning and comin' to getcha

Running and running and gunning and comin' to getcha

(Yo, she's come to get ya, kick it)

[Verse 2: Bo$$]

There they go, down the block, got the Glock cocked, here we come

Straight rolling in from the streets of the boondocks

Letting mo' than just a little go

Gunning punks down — then bailing back to the vehicle

Then that's when heads start swelling

You ain't been told; somebody better fucking tell 'em

Bout the motherfucking misfits, out on that other shit

Going all out, and doing much dirt on the killing tip (Much dirt)

So save the rest for the next nigga

I was born to start trouble so they labelled me a gravedigger

And if the five-oh step, that's when I blast another

Twenty question asking punk cop motherfucker (Yeah)

Don't make your move before you think

And fuck the judge, the jury and the god damn precinct

So you can see the total picture

Watch your back cause the fact is that Bo$$ is like comin' to getcha

[Chorus: Bo$$]

Running and running and gunning and comin' to getcha

Running and running and gunning and comin' to getcha

Running and running and gunning and comin' to getcha

[Bridge: Erick Sermon]

Now check one two, E caught the flu

Funky with the style, some say I'm buck-wild

But step off and check out the Bo$$

You suckers and crab motherfuckers!

Yo, she's comin' to getcha

[Verse 3: Bo$$]

See most bitches don't fit

In the category of a criminal getting paid (Yeah)

Where coming up is mandatory

Where nothing's falling but the motherfucking rain

And nothing's changed but the weather

Cause life in the ghetto still ain't getting no better

I'm taking a knot for a knot, throwing heavy hits

Then you wonder why it's yo' ass that I'm comin' to get

Cause what I got I simply took a crook that takes it to the limit

Life's already a bitch, without me in it

I commence to make dollars and sense, pump lead

Only evidence, another ditch another nigga dead

If you a homey cap peeled if you play homeys

Never stay homeys long anyway, fuck it

See some be throwing for bullshit, that must mean on some night

I'll take yo' ass out with just one shot

So when you duck from the bullets I won't give a fuck

You should've died before they hitcha, I'm comin' to getcha

[Chorus: Bo$$]

Running and running and gunning and comin' to getcha

Running and running and gunning and comin' to getcha

Running and running and gunning and comin' to getcha

Running and running and gunning and comin' to getcha

Running and running and gunning and comin' to getcha

Running and running and gunning and comin' to getcha